Finally—
Bang!
The tenth stage of the Body Refining Realm exploded through Lin Feng.
The sheer intensity of the energy nearly made him stagger, but he stood firm, letting the power flow through every fiber of his being.
His muscles no longer trembled; his bones felt as strong as steel.
His body had been tempered, honed, and perfected beyond mortal limits.
Every strike he could deliver now would carry the force of mountains, every step the stability of unshakable earth.
Lin Feng opened his eyes, and the world seemed sharper, clearer.
His chest heaved as he felt the full weight and perfection of his newly refined body.
This was not just power—it was the foundation of an unstoppable force.
A satisfied smile spread across his lips.
"This… is what true power feels like," he murmured to himself, a sense of awe and satisfaction vibrating through every fiber of his body.
He flexed his fingers experimentally, feeling the raw strength in his limbs, the reinforced stability in his core, and the harmony of energy coursing through his veins.
His body had been tempered to perfection, and yet, the path of cultivation stretched endlessly before him.
With this foundation, nothing seemed capable of standing in his way.
He imagined punching a mountain—and almost could feel it crumble beneath his fists.
Every movement, every breath, every heartbeat seemed to carry the potential to crush obstacles that had once seemed insurmountable.
He summoned his character sheet again and saw the great changes in them.
***
Name: Lin Feng
Age: 25
Cultivation Base: 10th Stage of Body Refining Realm
Cultivation Manuals: Primordial Mountain Immortal Scripture
Cultivation Techniques: Rising Rock Fist
Unique Gifts: Divine Eyes of the Eternal Dao
***
He looked at the description of his new and improved cultivation manual and was shocked at what he saw.
Primordial Mountain Immortal Scripture - It is said that before heaven learned to move and before earth learned to breathe, there existed a single mountain that neither rose nor fell. It did not dominate the world by height, nor did it suppress all things by force. It simply remained. And because it remained, all things adjusted themselves around it.
"Oh? Still so subtle… but I like it."
Lin Feng's lips curved into a faint smile.
There were no dazzling visions, no overwhelming surges of power.
The scripture flowed like sediment settling at the bottom of a deep sea—slow, calm, unquestionable.
"I suppose I'll continue cultivating with this."
He lowered himself into a lotus position, spine straight, hands resting lightly on his knees.
The moment his eyes closed, his presence seemed to fade.
It was not concealment, but a deeper stillness, as though his existence had sunk into the world itself.
His breathing evened out.
The qi in the surroundings did not rush toward him. Instead, it drifted—drawn in by something heavier than attraction.
It seeped into his body like moisture into ancient stone, filling every invisible crevice.
Boom.
The first stage of the Qi Condensation Realm was reached.
There was no joy, no surprise. Lin Feng's expression did not change.
The scripture did not urge him forward, nor did it restrain him. It merely allowed accumulation.
Qi layered itself upon qi.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
The breakthroughs continued in silence, each one firm and stable, without the slightest ripple of instability.
Second… third… fifth…
Before long—
The tenth stage of the Qi Condensation Realm.
Lin Feng's flesh grew subtly denser.
His meridians widened without pain, adapting naturally, as if they had always been meant to carry such weight.
His dantian felt deep and heavy, like a cavern carved over countless eras.
Boom.
The Foundation Establishment Realm opened before him.
Invisible pillars formed within his body, not erected in haste, but rooted deeply and evenly.
His foundation did not rise upward—it sank downward, anchoring itself firmly.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Stage after stage passed without obstruction.
…Tenth stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
At this point, even ordinary cultivators would have been trembling from excess qi.
Lin Feng, however, felt only calm.
The scripture absorbed the surplus, refining it into something purer, heavier.
Boom.
The Core Formation Realm—tenth stage.
His golden core did not spin violently nor emit brilliant light.
It simply rested within his dantian, solid and unwavering, like a buried mountain heart.
Boom.
The Nascent Soul Realm—tenth stage.
His nascent soul was not born crying nor radiant. It sat cross-legged within him, eyes closed, mirroring his own posture—silent and immovable.
Boom.
The Spirit Severing Realm—tenth stage.
Fragments of mortal attachment fell away, not through struggle, but through erosion.
Thoughts smoothed. Desires dulled.
His mind became vast and level, like a plateau stretching beyond sight.
Boom.
The Immortal Ascension Realm—tenth stage.
Only now did the world respond.
The ground beneath Lin Feng trembled, ever so slightly.
The surrounding qi slowed, thickened, as if weighed down by his presence.
Even the air seemed reluctant to move.
Rumble—
Distant thunder rolled across the sky.
Lin Feng opened his eyes.
He exhaled slowly and allowed his cultivation to settle.
His aura withdrew, sinking inward once more, returning to stillness.
"If I take another step…" he murmured.
Above him, clouds were already beginning to gather.
The next realm no longer belonged to mortals or immortals.
It was the Divine Tribulation Realm.
And heaven would not permit such calm advancement without a price.
Lin Feng slowly clenched his fist.
There was no surge of qi, no violent shockwave, yet an unmistakable certainty rose within him—one that chilled even his own thoughts.
If he wished, he could erase everything before him.
Not merely buildings or mountains, but the very land itself.
The continent beneath his feet felt thin, brittle, as though it existed only because he allowed it to.
He relaxed his hand.
The pressure vanished, leaving the world intact.
Lin Feng lowered his gaze, faint curiosity flickering in his eyes.
With a thought, he released his divine sense.
It expanded silently.
Spirit Spring Academy was enveloped first.
Every courtyard, cultivation room, and sealed chamber appeared within his perception.
Students circulating qi, elders meditating in seclusion, hidden formations humming quietly beneath the ground—nothing escaped his awareness.
Even the academy's protective arrays revealed themselves, their flaws and weak points exposed as clearly as cracks in stone.
His divine sense did not stop.
It flowed beyond the academy walls, crossing the borders of the Golden Lotus Empire in an instant.
Vast cities bustled with life below him. Armies trained. Royal cultivators guarded their bloodlines.
Noble clans plotted and schemed within layered formations, unaware that their secrets were already laid bare.
Still, it continued to spread.
Rivers, mountain ranges, deserts, seas—distance held no meaning.
In mere breaths, Lin Feng's perception stretched across the entire Azure Heaven Continent.
It was an immeasurable land, filled with innumerable sects and empires, ancient clans slumbering for generations, forbidden ruins buried beneath time, and terrifying existences hiding their auras deep within the earth.
Some stirred faintly, sensing something vast brush past them, but none could trace its source.
Lin Feng observed everything in silence.
Then, just as effortlessly, he withdrew his divine sense.
The world returned to normal.
"Well… this much power should be sufficient for now," he murmured.
At this stage, there was no need to act rashly.
Power unused was not wasted—it was pressure waiting to be applied.
For the time being, this level was more than enough to accomplish what he intended.
After all, within Spirit Spring Academy, most instructors had only stepped in the middle of the Body Refinement Realm.
Only three great teachers had managed to reach the Qi Condensation Realm, and standing at the pinnacle was the academy's dean, a cultivator of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Compared to him, the difference was not merely a gap in cultivation.
It was the difference between soil and mountains.
With a casual flick of his wrist, the robes that lay nearby drifted upward and settled around his body.
The movement was unhurried, natural, as if the cloth itself wished to return to him.
His aura sank inward once more, becoming heavy, quiet, and utterly undetectable.
To any observer, he would appear ordinary.
He checked his character status once more.
Ding!
***
Name: Lin Feng
Age: 25/1,000,000
Cultivation Base: 10th Stage of Immortal Ascension Realm
Cultivation Manuals: Primordial Mountain Immortal Scripture
Cultivation Techniques: Rising Rock Fist
Unique Gifts: Divine Eyes of the Eternal Dao
***
"Hehehe… my lifespan just increased to one million years!" Lin Feng chuckled, the sound low and amused.
"Looks like I'll outlive all my enemies without even trying."
The thought alone made him feel almost untouchable, as if time itself were bending to his will.
For a moment, he allowed himself a small, satisfied laugh.
Then, as if remembering something, his eyes flicked to his hands. "Ah… right, the Rising Rock Fist."
Without hesitation, he extended his mind toward it and practiced the same movements he'd done thousands of times in the past.
Every movement was precise, every intention clear.
The technique responded to him as if it were alive, and in minutes, he felt it evolve, become heavier, sharper, more unstoppable.
Lin Feng flexed his fist, feeling the subtle but undeniable difference—the overwhelming pressure that now seemed to emanate naturally from his muscles.
He could sense that even a casual swing carried the weight of mountains.
Satisfied, he glanced at his new status display.
***
Name: Lin Feng
Age: 25/1,000,000
Cultivation Base: 10th Stage of Immortal Ascension Realm
Cultivation Manuals: Primordial Mountain Immortal Scripture
Cultivation Techniques: Heaven Shattering Fist
Unique Gifts: Divine Eyes of the Eternal Dao
***
A small grin tugged at his lips. "Perfect. Just perfect."
Lin Feng then willed his mind to look at the description of his new technique.
Heaven Shattering Fist – It is not a strike meant to dazzle the eye. It does not ripple with flame, nor tear the air with thunder. Yet when it moves, the world itself seems to hold its breath. Its power and force is so absolute, so overwhelming, that it is capable of shattering the very heavens. Mountains crumble before it, rivers divert in fear, and even the sky itself seems to bow in acknowledgment of its might.
"Cool! With this, I'm set to dominate everyone under me!" he shouted, his voice echoing with unrestrained joy.
Lin Feng clenched his fist, and for a brief moment, the pressure radiating from him was so immense that the very continent seemed to tremble.
Rocks shifted, distant mountains quivered, and the wind itself whispered in awe of his presence.
"OP! Hahaha!" he laughed, the sound carrying both exhilaration and the quiet certainty of a being far above all others.
He savored the sheer luck and freedom of his new life, a grin playing across his face.
Then, with the assured poise of a true master, he straightened his back and clasped his hands behind him, exuding calm dominance.
Every movement radiated confidence, as if the world itself had already acknowledged his place—and he was ready to enjoy it to the fullest.
Lin Feng stepped out of the cultivation room and into the open corridors of the academy.
Students passed by, laughing and chatting, completely unaware that someone capable of overturning their entire world walked among them.
His footsteps were steady.
After all—
If he was to move forward, he would need a starting point.
And that starting point would be his first student.